June 6, 2014 
Comments Off on Pen-a-Diction
all addictions
leave me broken
all except
the noted spoken
eloquence
transcribed by sheaf
a diction suited
for relief,
an “add•ed daily”
via mind–
/ paper /
…pen…
to capture lines
–reflections from a
Looking Glass
not railed in
on night-train crap
and sure Bukowski
worked his rye
but what Chuck worked
would f*ck most guys,
and Internet
don’t get me started!
since logging on,
I can’t depart it!
and thusly is
the silent page
my best obsession
my safest stage.
©Karen Robiscoe
June 3, 2014 2 Comments
I do not like
j-Pegs in Spam
I do not like them,
Selfie Cam.
Would you like them
with a link?
would you click them
from an inc.?
I would not like them
in a link
I would not click them
from an inc.
I won’t download
to Pad or Pod
I do not like j-Pegs,
by God.
Would you like them
in cartoon?
Would you like them
then or soon?
I do not like them
in cartoon.
I do not like them
then or soon.
I do not like them
live or canned
I do not like them,
Selfie Cam.
would you like them
with an ad?
would you follow
trending fad?
I do not like them
in an ad
I would not follow
trending fad.
would you,
could you
click a BOGO?
click it! click it!
remember YOLO!
I would not,
could not
click a BOGO,
I would not
could not
because of YOLO,
I think that
most attachments stink
now leave me be,
that I might think!
You may like them
if you try
you may like
to waste your time…
I would not
could not
click a link
I would not
could not
from an inc.
I do not like them
in cartoon
I do not like them
then or soon
I do not like them
in an ad
I do not like
a trending fad,
I do not like them
with BOGO
I do not like them
last YOLO
I do not like
J-pegs in Spam,
I do not like them,
Selfie cam.
©Karen Robiscoe
May 27, 2014 14 Comments
I stowed away
with castaways
got lost for days
just floatin’
drifted to
a green lagoon
on pontoon
saved from boatin’
built some huts
with bamboo struts
with coconuts
for shingles
caught a sow
for dinner chow
and held luau
to mingle
of ladies three
the pedigree
the richest she
was older
while hourglass
defined the lass
(the tits and ass)
that smoldered
the girl next door
in shorty shorts
she wore
her tresses plaited
baked some pies
to please the guys
–a partner shy
of dating
(a walking check)
(an intellect)
(the boss of wreck)
(and matey)
since hull was toast
we lived on coast
composing SOS’s
the theme of show
for year or mo’
but which show,
can you guess it?
©Karen Robiscoe
May 26, 2014 6 Comments
whether near
or distal
skeletal
or gristle
defenseless
or with pistol
reflected in
my crystal
where
rabbits go
Rabbis’co…
©K Robiscoe
May 19, 2014 13 Comments
Lou and Marie
dropped in unexpected
fine enough folk
despite the defection
and pouring a coke
to go with selection
of Versailles-tile cakes
(the Twinkie confection)
I found no utensils that suited a Queen…
So, split cake in thirds
with small guillotine…
©Karen Robiscoe
Daily Prompt: Goldilocks re-visited…or, what would you do if you came upon strangers eating cake in your living room. Because you know, it’s important to know what to do in such circumstances. Call the Pastry Po-Po, I suppose…;)
May 19, 2014 5 Comments
If you like me at all
–please don’t call
for heaven’s sake don’t Skype…
Don’t text me
or vex me
or sext me
or hex me
or any such other hype…
Don’t friend me
or vend me
or gripe me
or type me
a note or in stereo
don’t tweet me
or greet me
or page to
engage me
in mentioned scenario…
To reach me
just teach me
a new form of
speech, see,
including each lesson in letters,
electric’s
a technic
and snail apathetic
still *male*
~when it’s artful~
is better.
©Karen Robiscoe
May 17, 2014 Comments Off on Hokey-Spokey
I can fit in
>when I’m bidden<
but the truth is I don’t.
Since the midden
is where fittin’
can be hidden
for most.
♦
So I dance to
my percussion
tappin’ lyrical
beats…
Jokin’ hokey
never pokey
skippin’ rules
by the feat.
♦
I can foot in
if I’m wooden–
I can go North ↑
or South ↓
but by nature
nomenclature
could be deemed
foot-in-mouth.
♦
©Karen Robiscoe
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